Late on the 6th [Voice]

[justicereigns]

Right, this is Smoker. I'm back in my own body, thanks to everyone who helped when I was a kid, and you know... during the shift.

Jitte and kickboxing lessons will be delayed until the 10th, but that doesn't mean stop practicing. Keep up the exercises, because I'll be very disappointed if any of you start slipping.

For anyone else interested in joining in, I teach basic self defense, kickboxing, and jitte. There are one-on-one sessions and group sessions, feel free to ask about a schedule because with the drafts ongoing, at least you can learn something to get a fighting chance for survival.

And who still here in the village knows anything about motorcycles? A friend recently reminded me life can be too short not to pursue some things.

Lupin, if you still remember the thing I asked Red about, I'd like to discuss it.

Kotomi-chan, if it's not a bad memory, whatever did happen with the paper your father was writing?

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[relictusdeus]

[If he came across such a strange fruit, he'd rather slice it open and study its properties than eat it, of course. But there is no need to share his intentions.]

Pray tell... what, by their appearance, distinguishes them from ordinary fruit?

[He supposes he might be able to sense them from afar, if they have a dark, cursed aura about them. But, hey.]

[justicereigns]

Swirls. They look like regular fruit for the most part though, and every single one is different. There are a few books in my world about them and the various known types, the library might have a few of them.

[relictusdeus]

Ah. [Why, he might just have to take a look for it has piqued his interest.]

Thank you kindly.

[When's the last time he's sincerely thanked someone? It certainly has been a while - and now is not one of those times.]

[justicereigns]

No problem.

[Sadly, such a thing is nearly lost on Smoker. He's not used to dealing with people being nice to him. Luceti will forever take him by surprise with this.]

Just keep in mind, they're pretty rare in my world, and so unlikely to show up here. Then again, who can say with the Malnosso.

[relictusdeus]

Indeed. [He takes a breath.]

Well. 'twas a pleasure... but I must be on my way. Mind the rain, won't you?

[And without awaiting a response, he calmly shuts his journal. Whenever he will find himself at the library, he might as well look up motorcycles as well.]